Raziel needed a rune mentor right now.
The Ascension Tournament started in exactly nineteen days and reading theory from a dusty book wouldn't keep him from getting slaughtered.
Brother Thomas handed him the basic manual and then completely avoided him in the hallways, maintaining his cover to prevent the Inquisition from linking them together.
Raziel understood the geometric shapes of the magical language perfectly, but his volatile Umbral energy required constant physical adjustment.
He needed a real Scribe to correct his mistakes before he blew his own hands off.
St. Celeste housed exactly one genius Inscriptor.
Zorya sat in the back row of every mandatory class and ignored everyone around her.
She was a third-year novice with a tiny frame, brown freckles covering her nose, and fingers permanently stained with ink.
She had the social personality of a stone, completely avoiding the combat training yards.
